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minxyTitle: Like No One Is Watching
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Rating: teen, no major warnings
Written For:settiai, who requested S1-4 (no spoilers for S5 or beyond), Daniel injured and some kind of storm.
Spoilers: Forever in a Day. Set S4ish.
Authors notes: Thanks to betasrydra_wong, kres and delphia2000, who helped so much.
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like no one is watching.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
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Like No One Is Watching
~~~
It was Sam’s voice that Daniel heard, he was pretty sure. Of course, he was also reasonably sure that Sam should be… somewhere else, so there was a good chance as well that she was a hallucination.
Trumping all these musings, though, was the overwhelming confusion about why a culture that seemed to be Central African in origin would be so adept at Chinese water torture.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Sam? I thought you were with Jack? You need to get the data on the stone back through the gate, Sam.
~~~
“So,” Sam had said, “Talk to me, Daniel.”
It was the kind of opening she loved to give him and on missions like this, when he was so excited and Jack was so preoccupied with threats and timetables. Daniel would have melted with gratitude if he hadn’t been so buzzed on the implications of his find.
“Sam, this is incredible. This could be the Rosetta Stone of our time… and, I mean, the implications of this are astounding. Although it’s clearly moved from its original place, possibly tactically, it’s carefully guarded…”
“You do not feel that these free warriors seek to remove the local Goa’uld from power, then, Daniel Jackson?” Teal’c asked.
“Well, no, I’m sure they would like that ultimately, Teal’c, but their numbers are too few to really be attempting to overthrow anyone, and this seems like a long term operation, don’t you think? They might not even know what it says anymore. Look at the age on this…”
“I think what Daniel is saying is that they pick their battles, Teal’c.”
“What? Oh, yes, exactly… You know, Sam, this could be one of the greatest discoveries since we opened the Stargate.”
“You, Daniel.”
“What?”
“Since you opened the Stargate. So really, it could be the greatest discovery since your last great discovery? Is that what you’re saying?”
Sometimes, she got far too much joy out of ribbing him. Sam was lucky he was so focused on what he was already calling the Alien Rosetta Stone, or he’d have squinted in her general direction.
~~~
Warmth leeched out of Daniel in throbs syncopated to the tramping of Teal’c’s boots. To keep his eyes open was dizzying, but preferable to keen awareness of pain or what was possibly worse, no awareness of anything.
He was glad he’d finally cut his hair, so he could see well enough, hanging sideways over Teal’c’s shoulder, to give warning when he thought he saw a flash of metal in the otherwise damp green forest.
Teal’c reacted quickly and found a defensible position that involved placing Daniel under a bush and dripping water. He couldn’t see much but Teal’c, though Teal’c in full battle mode was something to see and the lightshow could have easily been mesmerizing.
Like the water falling on his face. Mesmerizing.
He found breath for his voice and stuttered through the radio that they were taking cover and taking fire.
A few minutes later Sam asked in a crackled and panting voice, “I’d estimate by this time at a slower pace you’d made it to the valley and turned, possibly half a klick in from the turn. Does that sound right to Teal’c, Daniel?”
Flipping his staff weapon and firing at their left flank, Teal’c roared an affirmative.
Daniel chokingly relayed that information, but it caused him to cough and that seized his muscles and battered midsection and he decided that talking was overrated. It was also getting progressively more difficult to focus on Teal’c, but given the persistence of the pain radiating through his body with each breath and the cold of the rain falling in drips and spikes, there were worse things than passing out.
~~~
The storm rolled over them in waves of white noise and varying pressure. The rain could be felt, but not seen until it gathered on leaves, pooled and ran in rivulets that poured into the already saturated air.
Daniel stared at the sky until it suddenly became ground.
Then noise roared in with the pull on his wound and Daniel heard his radio, or Teal’c’s radio, call Jack’s harsh breath and voice.
“Jack,” Daniel croaked into his vest and Teal’s shoulder as he fumbled for the radio’s button to let himself be heard, “Jack, Sam has the rubbings from the stone, those have to get through the gate.”
“Goddamn it, Daniel, enough about the stone! How the hell did you get hit?”
“Tree turned on me.” He mumbled, bumping up against Teal’c’s shoulder; the trees had turned on him again and were upside down.
“Teal’c,” came Sam’s voice through the channel, “we have no access to your position. There is a valley looks to be 1-2 klicks ahead to your left that will bring you around to the side of the Stargate in good cover.”
“Understood. I am unable to make very quick time. However, I do not believe it safe to stop and tend the injury.”
“Acknowledged, we’ll lead them down the other side of this ridge. Get to the gate.”
~~~
“Daniel,” Jack entered the cave with silent footsteps and a large shadow, “Finish those drawings double time. Jaffa presence is increasing this way. We have got to get a move on.”
“Rubbings.”
“What?”
“Can’t we just hole up here, sneak out later?”
“The Colonel is right, Daniel, our tracks will lead them right to this cave and the stone if we aren’t careful.”
“Let me just do one more video pass.”
“I shall remove the evidence of our presence here.”
“Daniel, we have exactly no time for dallying.”
~~~
Daniel was lying the way he had when he watched Sha’re die, Teal’c standing over them, weapon in hand and apology instant.
“Aaaaaah, Teal’c, this is not a clean wound. Splinters and … Jesus! You could kill a vampire with a piece of wood that size.”
“I am unfamiliar with the battle strategies employed against such an enemy.”
Only she had said her goodbyes. Gotten the information to him that her son needed protection, then lay with him as she died. He had laid beside her then, as Teal’c and Sam knelt beside him now.
He would have cursed, but the harsh cold of rain falling on his side, and the added shooting, surging pain stabbing toward his diaphragm every time Sam prodded the open wound took away his ability to yell properly.
“Well, when we get home…” Sam’s voice was a little shaky, “Janet can clean these out, hook Daniel up with some really nice drugs and you and I will explore the wide world of vampire movies.”
“Indeed.”
~~~
“I’m nearly there with only approximately 4-5 in pursuit. What is your situation?”
“Reinforcements continue to arrive, though we remain protected and I believe your access remains available.”
“Confirm you are on the same side of the river as the Stargate and backed up against a rock outcropping.”
“Confirmed. Your medical assistance with Daniel Jackson is needed urgently, Captain Carter.”
“There are two more on your left flank, Teal’c, I can’t take them all down on the move like this.”
“I shall meet you approximately half the distance and assist you.”
“Daniel will be alright on his own?”
“He is well concealed, but I believe his awareness of his surroundings is inconsistant.”
Which was not true. There was water dripping on Daniel. He was keenly aware of that.
~~~
It was Daniel’s luck to defy odds and be the one who got hit.
In his defense, though, that Jaffa had hit a nearby tree. The shot had merely ricocheted off the target, along with the assorted splinters and wood spikes and landed somewhere in the vicinity of Daniel’s left kidney.
All of which he had plenty of time to consider while he and Teal’c (who had unfortunately tried to catch him as he fell) slid through mud and shale off the ridge they’d all been running on. Jack and Sam were at a full run when Daniel went down and he could no longer see them in his limited view of the ridge above, which was just as well; the Jaffa would be all over that area in a minute, and the stone was more important.
Daniel turned to look for Teal’c just as the pain in his side began to make itself felt, blooming angrily in radiating throbs straight through his midsection. There were worse things than being alone at this moment, and he hoped that Teal’c and Jack and Sam were in better shape than he, wherever they were.
~~~
“Talk to me, Daniel.” She was always saying that.
“Did you get the data through the gate, Sam?”
“Jesus, Daniel, you have a one track mind.” Jack would say.
“Well, technically you had the camcorder so we had to come back for you, right?”
“What is written on that stone, anyway, makes it so damned important to you?”
“It doesn’t really matter what is written.” he would say long-sufferingly. “The point is there are at least 6 different languages and they look to be telling the same story, which would mean …”
“Wait, so it could be a dirty limerick?”
“The universe’s most widely distributed romance novel?”
“How are you feeling, Daniel Jackson?”
Thank God for Teal’c, Teal’c would make them behave even if no one else could.
~~~
“Teal’c?” Daniel’s words sounded off. A soft edge on normally harsh consonants.
“Yes, Daniel.” Teal’c said, as they crouched at the edge of the tree line. Daniel felt the muscles tight under his ribs, the high adrenaline pulsing through Teal’c like pain pulsed through him.
“I didn’t mean to get shot. Tell Jack.”
“You did nothing to place yourself in danger any greater than the rest of us faced; O’Neill knows this.”
“He asked what I did.”
“He knows you are a competent soldier, Daniel Jackson. His words perhaps reflected his anger that you have had to become one.”
“Different languages. All mean the same thing.”
Teal’c didn’t answer him, so Daniel said, stickily, “It’s like the Rosetta Stone, Teal’c.”
“We must go now, Daniel Jackson.”
~~~
Daniel came to with only a view of sky and shrub and sharp outcroppings of rock. He couldn’t hear anything but the roar of a storm, couldn’t see anything clearly.
He had a vague sensation of chill married to a sharp burning ice in his side. Felt rain pelt his face in sheets of cold, creeping through the fabric of his clothes.
I’m dying, he realized suddenly, but he had faith that Sam would have gotten the notes on the stone to the right people and Jack would have gotten them all home, now Teal’c had gone.
He heard the rhythmic tramping of multiple boots coming towards him, but, he thought, there are worse things than dying.
~~~
Teal’c had killed Sha’re with one shot. Not to wound. To kill quickly and cleanly. As he killed his own kinsman, just now. Protecting him.
“Right. Daniel gets adrenaline and we stop the bleeding and we get home.” She sounded worried about something. Shaky. “That is my professional field medic opinion.”
“I suggest we move quickly before more Jaffa arrive.”
Sha’re had said her good-byes. Said them to Daniel. Daniel had said that he loved her too. Couldn’t reach out, though, couldn’t move to save her or comfort her or make the nightmare disappear…
“Right, it’s actually not far to the tree line near the gate. When we get there, hang back for a ten-count while I head for the DHD.”
“What of O’Neill?”
She hadn’t died alone. Daniel was there. She had conveyed the information about the boy to Daniel, but on the whole, now he thought about it, Daniel considered that maybe the not-dying-alone part had been the more important gift to Sha’re. She had, after all, understood Teal’c’s actions long before Daniel would.
“He’ll be watching for us. And we’ll give him a heads up over the radio”
~~~
Jack had a ridiculous obsession with cake. Especially when one of them was in the infirmary and unable to stand to be hugged properly and thus relieve Jack of some of his giddiness. It was a hugging-substitute.
It would be over a piece of completely contraband for invalids cake that Daniel would thank Jack for disregarding his request that the data on the Alien Rosetta Stone be preserved preferentially. Jack would never understand the importance of the Rosetta Stone; after all, it had effectually, been a list of tax reforms. Tax reforms that later would bridge time and cultures, allow the understanding of hieroglyphs and become the first building blocks of Daniels’ field, but tax reforms nonetheless. Perhaps he would value it because Daniel valued it, at least when they weren’t under enemy fire. There were worse ways to come to respect something.
And perhaps Daniel would not understand why the entire team would risk their individual and collective safety just for him, but he was grateful nonetheless that they provided what he needed and got him home. And perhaps that was the greater gift than simply getting the data home. Perhaps his own life was something he would come to value because they did.
Perhaps.
If they were home.
~~~
Sam darted out the 20 feet to the DHD ahead of Daniel and Teal’c, under the cover of rain and a sharpshooter 50 yards off their position behind the Stargate.
As Sam dialed, Teal’c ran with Daniel across his shoulders and hit the ground hard with each step, the force of all of it drumming into Daniel with relentless thoroughness. Daniel privately noted that in the future he would ask Sam to not dress the wound so nicely, or maybe nix the adrenaline; he would have preferred to spend the trip home thoroughly passed out.
He supposed that Sam had already sent the iris code through, because he and Teal’c hit the event horizon at Teal’c’s fastest pace, covered by Jack and Sam from the DHD and the side of the Gate. The sensation of melting into the wormhole was strangely akin to passing out.
~~~
“Daniel?” a woman was saying, he was pretty sure it was Sam. “Talk to me, Daniel…”
~~end~~
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Author:
_minxy_Rating: teen, no major warnings
Written For:
settiai, who requested S1-4 (no spoilers for S5 or beyond), Daniel injured and some kind of storm.Spoilers: Forever in a Day. Set S4ish.
Authors notes: Thanks to betas
rydra_wong, kres and delphia2000, who helped so much. Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like no one is watching.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
sg1teamficathon master list is here. Like No One Is Watching
~~~
It was Sam’s voice that Daniel heard, he was pretty sure. Of course, he was also reasonably sure that Sam should be… somewhere else, so there was a good chance as well that she was a hallucination.
Trumping all these musings, though, was the overwhelming confusion about why a culture that seemed to be Central African in origin would be so adept at Chinese water torture.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Sam? I thought you were with Jack? You need to get the data on the stone back through the gate, Sam.
~~~
“So,” Sam had said, “Talk to me, Daniel.”
It was the kind of opening she loved to give him and on missions like this, when he was so excited and Jack was so preoccupied with threats and timetables. Daniel would have melted with gratitude if he hadn’t been so buzzed on the implications of his find.
“Sam, this is incredible. This could be the Rosetta Stone of our time… and, I mean, the implications of this are astounding. Although it’s clearly moved from its original place, possibly tactically, it’s carefully guarded…”
“You do not feel that these free warriors seek to remove the local Goa’uld from power, then, Daniel Jackson?” Teal’c asked.
“Well, no, I’m sure they would like that ultimately, Teal’c, but their numbers are too few to really be attempting to overthrow anyone, and this seems like a long term operation, don’t you think? They might not even know what it says anymore. Look at the age on this…”
“I think what Daniel is saying is that they pick their battles, Teal’c.”
“What? Oh, yes, exactly… You know, Sam, this could be one of the greatest discoveries since we opened the Stargate.”
“You, Daniel.”
“What?”
“Since you opened the Stargate. So really, it could be the greatest discovery since your last great discovery? Is that what you’re saying?”
Sometimes, she got far too much joy out of ribbing him. Sam was lucky he was so focused on what he was already calling the Alien Rosetta Stone, or he’d have squinted in her general direction.
~~~
Warmth leeched out of Daniel in throbs syncopated to the tramping of Teal’c’s boots. To keep his eyes open was dizzying, but preferable to keen awareness of pain or what was possibly worse, no awareness of anything.
He was glad he’d finally cut his hair, so he could see well enough, hanging sideways over Teal’c’s shoulder, to give warning when he thought he saw a flash of metal in the otherwise damp green forest.
Teal’c reacted quickly and found a defensible position that involved placing Daniel under a bush and dripping water. He couldn’t see much but Teal’c, though Teal’c in full battle mode was something to see and the lightshow could have easily been mesmerizing.
Like the water falling on his face. Mesmerizing.
He found breath for his voice and stuttered through the radio that they were taking cover and taking fire.
A few minutes later Sam asked in a crackled and panting voice, “I’d estimate by this time at a slower pace you’d made it to the valley and turned, possibly half a klick in from the turn. Does that sound right to Teal’c, Daniel?”
Flipping his staff weapon and firing at their left flank, Teal’c roared an affirmative.
Daniel chokingly relayed that information, but it caused him to cough and that seized his muscles and battered midsection and he decided that talking was overrated. It was also getting progressively more difficult to focus on Teal’c, but given the persistence of the pain radiating through his body with each breath and the cold of the rain falling in drips and spikes, there were worse things than passing out.
~~~
The storm rolled over them in waves of white noise and varying pressure. The rain could be felt, but not seen until it gathered on leaves, pooled and ran in rivulets that poured into the already saturated air.
Daniel stared at the sky until it suddenly became ground.
Then noise roared in with the pull on his wound and Daniel heard his radio, or Teal’c’s radio, call Jack’s harsh breath and voice.
“Jack,” Daniel croaked into his vest and Teal’s shoulder as he fumbled for the radio’s button to let himself be heard, “Jack, Sam has the rubbings from the stone, those have to get through the gate.”
“Goddamn it, Daniel, enough about the stone! How the hell did you get hit?”
“Tree turned on me.” He mumbled, bumping up against Teal’c’s shoulder; the trees had turned on him again and were upside down.
“Teal’c,” came Sam’s voice through the channel, “we have no access to your position. There is a valley looks to be 1-2 klicks ahead to your left that will bring you around to the side of the Stargate in good cover.”
“Understood. I am unable to make very quick time. However, I do not believe it safe to stop and tend the injury.”
“Acknowledged, we’ll lead them down the other side of this ridge. Get to the gate.”
~~~
“Daniel,” Jack entered the cave with silent footsteps and a large shadow, “Finish those drawings double time. Jaffa presence is increasing this way. We have got to get a move on.”
“Rubbings.”
“What?”
“Can’t we just hole up here, sneak out later?”
“The Colonel is right, Daniel, our tracks will lead them right to this cave and the stone if we aren’t careful.”
“Let me just do one more video pass.”
“I shall remove the evidence of our presence here.”
“Daniel, we have exactly no time for dallying.”
~~~
Daniel was lying the way he had when he watched Sha’re die, Teal’c standing over them, weapon in hand and apology instant.
“Aaaaaah, Teal’c, this is not a clean wound. Splinters and … Jesus! You could kill a vampire with a piece of wood that size.”
“I am unfamiliar with the battle strategies employed against such an enemy.”
Only she had said her goodbyes. Gotten the information to him that her son needed protection, then lay with him as she died. He had laid beside her then, as Teal’c and Sam knelt beside him now.
He would have cursed, but the harsh cold of rain falling on his side, and the added shooting, surging pain stabbing toward his diaphragm every time Sam prodded the open wound took away his ability to yell properly.
“Well, when we get home…” Sam’s voice was a little shaky, “Janet can clean these out, hook Daniel up with some really nice drugs and you and I will explore the wide world of vampire movies.”
“Indeed.”
~~~
“I’m nearly there with only approximately 4-5 in pursuit. What is your situation?”
“Reinforcements continue to arrive, though we remain protected and I believe your access remains available.”
“Confirm you are on the same side of the river as the Stargate and backed up against a rock outcropping.”
“Confirmed. Your medical assistance with Daniel Jackson is needed urgently, Captain Carter.”
“There are two more on your left flank, Teal’c, I can’t take them all down on the move like this.”
“I shall meet you approximately half the distance and assist you.”
“Daniel will be alright on his own?”
“He is well concealed, but I believe his awareness of his surroundings is inconsistant.”
Which was not true. There was water dripping on Daniel. He was keenly aware of that.
~~~
It was Daniel’s luck to defy odds and be the one who got hit.
In his defense, though, that Jaffa had hit a nearby tree. The shot had merely ricocheted off the target, along with the assorted splinters and wood spikes and landed somewhere in the vicinity of Daniel’s left kidney.
All of which he had plenty of time to consider while he and Teal’c (who had unfortunately tried to catch him as he fell) slid through mud and shale off the ridge they’d all been running on. Jack and Sam were at a full run when Daniel went down and he could no longer see them in his limited view of the ridge above, which was just as well; the Jaffa would be all over that area in a minute, and the stone was more important.
Daniel turned to look for Teal’c just as the pain in his side began to make itself felt, blooming angrily in radiating throbs straight through his midsection. There were worse things than being alone at this moment, and he hoped that Teal’c and Jack and Sam were in better shape than he, wherever they were.
~~~
“Talk to me, Daniel.” She was always saying that.
“Did you get the data through the gate, Sam?”
“Jesus, Daniel, you have a one track mind.” Jack would say.
“Well, technically you had the camcorder so we had to come back for you, right?”
“What is written on that stone, anyway, makes it so damned important to you?”
“It doesn’t really matter what is written.” he would say long-sufferingly. “The point is there are at least 6 different languages and they look to be telling the same story, which would mean …”
“Wait, so it could be a dirty limerick?”
“The universe’s most widely distributed romance novel?”
“How are you feeling, Daniel Jackson?”
Thank God for Teal’c, Teal’c would make them behave even if no one else could.
~~~
“Teal’c?” Daniel’s words sounded off. A soft edge on normally harsh consonants.
“Yes, Daniel.” Teal’c said, as they crouched at the edge of the tree line. Daniel felt the muscles tight under his ribs, the high adrenaline pulsing through Teal’c like pain pulsed through him.
“I didn’t mean to get shot. Tell Jack.”
“You did nothing to place yourself in danger any greater than the rest of us faced; O’Neill knows this.”
“He asked what I did.”
“He knows you are a competent soldier, Daniel Jackson. His words perhaps reflected his anger that you have had to become one.”
“Different languages. All mean the same thing.”
Teal’c didn’t answer him, so Daniel said, stickily, “It’s like the Rosetta Stone, Teal’c.”
“We must go now, Daniel Jackson.”
~~~
Daniel came to with only a view of sky and shrub and sharp outcroppings of rock. He couldn’t hear anything but the roar of a storm, couldn’t see anything clearly.
He had a vague sensation of chill married to a sharp burning ice in his side. Felt rain pelt his face in sheets of cold, creeping through the fabric of his clothes.
I’m dying, he realized suddenly, but he had faith that Sam would have gotten the notes on the stone to the right people and Jack would have gotten them all home, now Teal’c had gone.
He heard the rhythmic tramping of multiple boots coming towards him, but, he thought, there are worse things than dying.
~~~
Teal’c had killed Sha’re with one shot. Not to wound. To kill quickly and cleanly. As he killed his own kinsman, just now. Protecting him.
“Right. Daniel gets adrenaline and we stop the bleeding and we get home.” She sounded worried about something. Shaky. “That is my professional field medic opinion.”
“I suggest we move quickly before more Jaffa arrive.”
Sha’re had said her good-byes. Said them to Daniel. Daniel had said that he loved her too. Couldn’t reach out, though, couldn’t move to save her or comfort her or make the nightmare disappear…
“Right, it’s actually not far to the tree line near the gate. When we get there, hang back for a ten-count while I head for the DHD.”
“What of O’Neill?”
She hadn’t died alone. Daniel was there. She had conveyed the information about the boy to Daniel, but on the whole, now he thought about it, Daniel considered that maybe the not-dying-alone part had been the more important gift to Sha’re. She had, after all, understood Teal’c’s actions long before Daniel would.
“He’ll be watching for us. And we’ll give him a heads up over the radio”
~~~
Jack had a ridiculous obsession with cake. Especially when one of them was in the infirmary and unable to stand to be hugged properly and thus relieve Jack of some of his giddiness. It was a hugging-substitute.
It would be over a piece of completely contraband for invalids cake that Daniel would thank Jack for disregarding his request that the data on the Alien Rosetta Stone be preserved preferentially. Jack would never understand the importance of the Rosetta Stone; after all, it had effectually, been a list of tax reforms. Tax reforms that later would bridge time and cultures, allow the understanding of hieroglyphs and become the first building blocks of Daniels’ field, but tax reforms nonetheless. Perhaps he would value it because Daniel valued it, at least when they weren’t under enemy fire. There were worse ways to come to respect something.
And perhaps Daniel would not understand why the entire team would risk their individual and collective safety just for him, but he was grateful nonetheless that they provided what he needed and got him home. And perhaps that was the greater gift than simply getting the data home. Perhaps his own life was something he would come to value because they did.
Perhaps.
If they were home.
~~~
Sam darted out the 20 feet to the DHD ahead of Daniel and Teal’c, under the cover of rain and a sharpshooter 50 yards off their position behind the Stargate.
As Sam dialed, Teal’c ran with Daniel across his shoulders and hit the ground hard with each step, the force of all of it drumming into Daniel with relentless thoroughness. Daniel privately noted that in the future he would ask Sam to not dress the wound so nicely, or maybe nix the adrenaline; he would have preferred to spend the trip home thoroughly passed out.
He supposed that Sam had already sent the iris code through, because he and Teal’c hit the event horizon at Teal’c’s fastest pace, covered by Jack and Sam from the DHD and the side of the Gate. The sensation of melting into the wormhole was strangely akin to passing out.
~~~
“Daniel?” a woman was saying, he was pretty sure it was Sam. “Talk to me, Daniel…”
~~end~~
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Date: 2005-12-14 07:06 pm (UTC)YAY fic!
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Date: 2005-12-14 07:13 pm (UTC)Thanks for the f/b on voices. That makes me ridiculously happy! *dances*
And, your icon is wonderous.
GO TEAM!
Date: 2005-12-14 07:45 pm (UTC)I love a good action team fic! Love it. Love it. Love it.
I loved how you kept moving through the timeline.
*sniff* I REALLY miss Jack sometimes.
Re: GO TEAM!
Date: 2005-12-14 08:04 pm (UTC)Thank you for the f/b!
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Date: 2005-12-14 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-12-14 08:22 pm (UTC)“Daniel,” Jack entered the cave with silent footsteps and a large shadow, “Finish those drawings double time. Jaffa presence is increasing this way. We have got to get a move on.”
“Rubbings.”
“What?”
“Can’t we just hole up here, sneak out later?”
“The Colonel is right, Daniel, our tracks will lead them right to this cave and the stone if we aren’t careful.”
“Let me just do one more video pass.”
“I shall remove the evidence of our presence here.”
“Daniel, we have exactly no time for dallying.”
*loves*
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Date: 2005-12-14 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-14 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-14 08:46 pm (UTC)*bounces* You liked it! Yay!
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Date: 2005-12-14 09:00 pm (UTC)“I didn’t mean to get shot. Tell Jack.”
*giggle* My Slash-Alarm went off there. ;-)
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Date: 2005-12-14 09:10 pm (UTC)And I was talking to some other folks about this, too-- we felt like evil teachers putting the kibash on any and all flirting between characters. I kept joking that my word count would have doubled if I'd been allowed to keep all the make up/comfort sex scenes in there. (the pout is for Jack's lack of nooky, not your day. Unless it makes you smile, then it's to help with your day)
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Date: 2005-12-14 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-14 09:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-14 10:51 pm (UTC)“The universe’s most widely distributed romance novel?”
Hee! Great job.
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Date: 2005-12-14 10:55 pm (UTC)And the snickering loudly? That's fantastic, but I still owe you for making me laugh like a LOON at the zombie fic. LOL!
Thanks, it's my first ficathon! Whee!
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Date: 2005-12-14 11:58 pm (UTC)and i *love* the mosaic of images seen through daniel's perception; very daniel and reflecting so well how he feels about the others. and who they are as well. very fine. :)
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Date: 2005-12-15 12:28 am (UTC)*hops happily into the shotgun seat of the bandwagon*
I'm so glad you liked Daniel's perceptions of things. Hee! Thanks so much for f/b.
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Date: 2005-12-15 12:12 am (UTC)The voices are right on and Daniel's jumbled perceptions are really nicely articulated so that we get a sense of his disorientation without becoming disoriented in the story (always a difficult trick to pull off well, I think). And each member of the team is succinctly drawn. Very nicely done.
And this is perfect S4 Daniel: Perhaps his own life was something he would come to value because they did.
Perhaps.
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Date: 2005-12-15 12:24 am (UTC)And you praised S4 Daniel, Sal! *warm fuzzies* I love early team, but it is difficult to not let the characterization be informed by what you know happens next.
Man, when you praise, you really praise. *glows*
I'm like a kid in a candy store with all the lucious teamfic out there today. KatieM's piece is making me all thinky in a wonderful way.
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Date: 2005-12-15 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-12-15 01:42 am (UTC)*dances*
I think the idea of Teal'c being introduced to vampire movies is still my very favourite bit.
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Date: 2005-12-15 02:00 am (UTC)You rock. Beta looooooove!
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Date: 2005-12-15 01:53 am (UTC)Absolutely loved it Minxy. Perfect in oh so many ways, several of which were already mentioned.
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Date: 2005-12-15 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-15 07:42 am (UTC)And you better believe I'll be thinking of him when I find myself standing in front of the real Rosetta Stone come springtime! ;o)
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Date: 2005-12-15 11:28 am (UTC)You're visiting the UK? The Rosetta Stone is a beautiful thing to see, and the British Museum is full of other amazing things (many of which were stolen from other countries, but that's another issue ... *g*).
Yes, I am a museum pimp too.
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Date: 2005-12-17 06:18 am (UTC)I am just loving this whole ficathon thing. I was really hating it as the deadline drew near, but now that the presents are under the tree, as it were, it seems like it was worth it.
All this teamy goodness . . .
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Date: 2005-12-17 07:40 am (UTC)Thanks for the f/b, particularly on the narrative choices. 'Preciate it!
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Date: 2005-12-17 06:11 pm (UTC)Great job!
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Date: 2005-12-17 08:30 pm (UTC)The challenge of the prompt was to write S4 (well, not exactly, but that's where I went with it) and Jack and Daniel really were obstacles to each other without meaning to be in that season. I think that's why I really really needed there to be cake, to make that the concilliatory gesture, to let them reset into friends once the danger and the fight or flight response was gone.
I needed Sam to follow orders and be a competant soldier, but I wanted her to also be Daniel's most sympathetic ally and the one who can voice how valuable Daniel is while appreciating the project. I think it's Sam that allows Daniel to think about whether saving him preferentially was the right thing to do, and not just see it as Jack's opinion that he doesn't agree with.
Plus, I wanted Teal'c to just physically be with Daniel and have Daniel recognize that comfort. I've seen it so often with people sitting by bedsides not talking. I wanted Daniel to forgive himself a little bit for watching Sha're die without fixing everything for her, because he was with her and she knew it. It's a cold comfort, of course, but it could become something he begins to stop feeling responsible for.
Season 4 oooooh, leads right up to the disconnect of season 5. And I totally wasn't supposed to spoil any seasons beyond 4, but it was impossible to write without knowing where Daniel was going on his journey. At some point, he has to forgive himself entirely in order to ascend, but still feel like he can be alone.
And that was a frigging ESSAY! Sorry... I'm in beta mode ATM. T'was fun to write the whole team, though.
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Date: 2006-12-03 01:57 am (UTC)And the way that Daniel's thoughts kept going back to Sha're and her final moments is just fantastic. As is the implication that now, as Daniel faces the possibility of his own death, he is finally able to find some peace with Sha're's death.
Also, bonus points for the idea of an Alien Rosetta Stone. Very cool.
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Date: 2006-12-05 02:42 am (UTC)It was interesting to specifically write early seasons team, because that was what was requested, as was Daniel, and to look back and try deal with Daniel's early season issues was very interesting. It just seemed appropriate to deal with Sha're and his sort of wierd self-worth. It was nice to play with Daniel injured, actually.
I'm glad you liked this! Whee!
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Date: 2008-07-01 12:26 pm (UTC)i love how you have daniel thinking about sha're through the whole thing, because of course he would think about her and not himself.
great teal'c, too. i love daniel thinking about how teal'c could get them to behave, and i love how this very subtly explains how daniel has come to respect teal'c despite everything. you make me ponder daniel's ruthless streak; he does have one. and teal'c's ruthless in a totally different way than daniel but it's one of the things they have in common....
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Date: 2008-07-29 02:52 am (UTC)But Daniel and Teal'c. What an interesting set of friends, eh? I mean, they really have every reason to not get along. Wow.
Thanks so much for finding this and telling me you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2008-07-29 02:53 am (UTC)Thank you so much for the feedback! I love having feedback come in on older stories, it's like visiting with old friends.
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Date: 2008-09-28 11:37 pm (UTC)Great fic.
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Date: 2009-03-25 12:16 pm (UTC)Daniel's disjointed perception of the events unfolding around him gives us a unique glimpse into his subconsciousness, and you've captured the s.4.-Daniel perfectly. And I can't help but see worry and fear for his friend underneath Jack's razor-sharp tongue. Seasons 4&5 are, IMO, a study in J&D misscommunication, but the cake-hug paralell you draw for Jack is a wonderful idea and so fitting to his character.
*flails.hugs.claps.*
Go Team!
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Date: 2009-05-08 03:18 pm (UTC)and I'd love to be in the room when Teal'c does his "vampire" marathon...